She Walked in Beauty Like the Night (or at Least I’m Pretty Sure)
There was a time when her face made me panic. And when it did that was highly unlike me; for back then, I was yet at the height of what I’d thought was my lasting good fortune with women. In short, I was a very big fish in a tiny pond that was polluted by drugs and whiskey. Now, though, things have drastically altered. It’s eight years later, and Cormac McCarthy has already used the title I’d like to use for my biography. Because let me assure you, reader: No Country for Old Men best describes being thirty when you live in a college town. And the college town in question? Well...
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